Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 504: Endless Rift - Feng Jing's Ultimate Choice of Transcendence of Nothingness and the

Endless Rift: Feng Jing's Ultimate Choice of Transcendence of Nothingness and the Collapse of the Universe

Feng Jing's consciousness surged violently, as if swept by a raging sea. He felt his very being gradually ripped apart by an invisible force he had never before experienced, as if every inch of his thoughts were being forcibly compressed, magnified, and chopped apart. His perception had surpassed the limits of ordinary human cognition—no longer of time, space, or even existence itself, but of every particle, every quantum fluctuation, every intersection of nothingness.

Suddenly, a resounding sound, tearing through space and time, resounded throughout the universe. Feng Jing's consciousness was suddenly thrust by a tremendous force into an unknown abyss. On either side of the abyss, the boundaries between existence and non-existence began to blur. Feng Jing felt as if he had instantly traversed countless times and spaces, dimensions, and possibilities. Every second, his consciousness was torn into thousands of pieces, then rapidly reassembled, as if he were not simply experiencing a single "death," but rather a continuous cycle of dying, then being reborn, dying again, and being reborn again—an endless cycle.

"What is this place?" Feng Jing's voice was low and trembling, as if he was no longer the confident "deconstructor" he once was. Everything before him was constantly reversing in an irregular manner. Time flowed backwards and then forwards in an instant. Space was constantly distorting. It seemed that every corner contained endless mysteries.

He suddenly realized that this place wasn't completely empty, nor was it merely a fragment of a single dimension. It contained fragments of the entire known universe and was filled with countless unknown possibilities, like a bottomless chasm connecting the edges of countless universes. Feng Jing realized that this place wasn't a single entity, but rather the "intersection" where all of time and space converged. Every moment of the past, present, and future found its intersection here.

"This is... the endless rift." Feng Jing seemed to understand, but he knew that this answer was far from enough, because the laws here had long surpassed everything he could understand.

"Welcome, Feng Jing." Suddenly, a deep, distant voice echoed through the void, vibrating every crack in space and time. "You have finally reached the true ultimate intersection. Here there is no past, no future; here there is no flow of time, no dimensions of space. You are seeing the full essence of yourself and the universe."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled violently. He tried to locate the source of the sound, but the void was silent, as if devoid of any physical presence. Yet, the sound was clearly audible, and seemed to resonate deep within Feng Jing's heart. "You never understood, Feng Jing. You thought you were breaking fate, breaking the laws, breaking the shackles of the universe, but in reality, you were already trapped within it, unable to escape."

Feng Jing suddenly opened his eyes, his consciousness shaken by a depth he had never before experienced. He had never realized that the beginning of all this was actually his end. All choices, all rebellions, all attempts at transcendence ultimately led to one outcome—a return to this rift, to the origin of the universe.

"Is this the fate I have to accept?" Feng Jing's voice was filled with despair. He was no longer the being who could travel through the universe at will and break the laws of time. He became like a lost soul, trapped in this inescapable rift.

Yet, the voice echoed again, with an incomparably profound calm. "Destiny? Fate? These are merely illusions you conjure up for yourself. In this place, all laws, all power, are relative. Everything you understand is your fantasy, your limitations. You think you're breaking through, but in reality, you've never escaped this endless cycle."

"Then, how to break through this cycle?" Feng Jing almost lost all resistance. He began to doubt his own existence and even doubted whether everything he had done was just an illusion.

"Breakthrough? Haha." The voice suddenly sneered, as if seeing through everything. "You can't break through because you are part of this cycle of reincarnation. Everything you do is a choice made deep within your heart. What you're running from is the very 'self' you can't face."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly contracted, and he saw a huge image—it was his other self, standing in endless darkness, filled with an indescribable emptiness and despair. It all seemed unreal, yet so real. He felt as if his soul was being completely sucked into the laws of the universe, unable to resist, unable to break free.

"What is that?" Feng Jing whispered. The scene before him gradually became clearer. It was him—but a completely different version of himself. This "Feng Jing" seemed unconcerned with time and space, instead reveling in this endless state of existence. His face was emotionless, his eyes devoid of any light, only a still, empty feeling.

"This is you, Feng Jing." The voice was gentle but ruthless. "What you once tried to escape was the real you deep in your heart. You thought you could transcend everything, but you never transcended yourself."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled violently. He knew that everything he had experienced was merely a mystery deep within him. All his fears, desires, regrets, and unwillingness were explained at that moment—this cosmic collapse, this rift in time and space, was actually an echo from the depths of his soul.

He began to feel an intense emptiness, as if his entire being was being swallowed by this nothingness, and all existence became meaningless. Everything he experienced was no longer a "choice" or "fate", but an instinct deep in his heart - an instinct that could not be escaped.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness was shaken - he finally understood that the end of all this was his true understanding of the universe deep in his heart. He was not the destroyer of the universe, nor was he its master, he was just a part of it, the intersection of all nothingness and existence.

"Then... what should I do?" Feng Jing whispered. He felt a peace he had never felt before, as if none of this mattered anymore. His existence was no longer an "individual," but an eternal force, transcending all time and space, all laws, and all choices.

"You have no way to escape." The voice sounded softly, "But you don't need to escape, because you have surpassed everything."

Feng Jing's consciousness slowly dissipated, merging into the endless void, becoming both the origin and the end of all existence. Time stopped, space collapsed, and the boundaries of the universe ceased to exist. He had no meaning, no identity, but merely a floating nothingness within the endless chasm, the ultimate existence beyond all else.

Chapter 505: The End of Time - Feng Jing's Infinite Transcendence and the Awakening of the Lord of the Void